Usually, Luo Ning wouldn't be this frank. Hell, even if he had nine lives, he wouldn't dare to.
Maybe because he had had too much alcohol tonight, maybe because the house was too quiet or maybe, because there were only two of them inside the closed space. His inhibition weakened and his courage soared. He also knew that he was definitely going to regret it to death when he sobered up tomorrow, but he just couldn't help himself right now.
Qin Weizhe was taken aback by his abrupt question before throwing his head back and bursting out in laughter.
"Why are you laughing?" Luo Ning asked with a pout.
The other man raised both of his hands in surrender as he put his beer can on the table. "You're drunk?" He asked, amused.
"I am not."
"The drunk never admits their wrongdoing."
